Democratic Sentinel, Volume 18, Number 17, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 11 May 1894 — Page 3
UNIFED AT LAST
CHAPTER VlU—Continued. He left* the house when Constance Went out fcr her daily drive in the park, and strolled in the same direction, caring very little where he went upon this particular afternoon. The Lady's Mile was thronged with carriages, and there was a block at the corner when Gilbert took his place listlessly among the loungers who were lolling over the rails. He nodded to the men he knew, and answered briefly enough to some friendly inquiries about his luck in Yorkshire. “The filly ran well enough,” he said, “but I doubt if she’s got stay enough for the Chester.” “Oh, of course you want to keep her dark, Sinclair. I heard she was a flier, though.” Mr. Sinclair did not pursue the conversation. The carriages moved on for a few paces, at the instigation of a pompous mounted policeman, and then stopped again, leaving a quite little brougham exactly in front of Gilbert Sinclair. The occupant of the brougham was Mrs. Walsingham. The stoppage brought her so close to Gilbert that it was impossible to avoid some kind of greeting. The widow’s ■ handsome face paled as she recognized i Gilbert. It was the first time they . had met since that unpleasant inter- • view in Half-Moon street. The opportunity was very gratifying to Mrs. Walsingham. She had most ardently 1 desired to see how Gilbert supported his new position, to see for herself how far Mr. Wyatt’s account of him might be credited. She put on the propitiatory manner of a woman who has forgiven all past wrongs. “ Why do you never come to see me?” she asked. “I scarcely thought you would care to receive me, after what you said when we last met,” he replied, rather embarrassed by her easy way of treating the situation. ? Let that be forgotten. It is not fair to remember what a woman says when she is in a passion. I think you expressed a wish that we might be friends after your marriage, and I was too angry to accept that proof of your regard as I should have done. I have grown wiser with the passage of time, and, believe me, I am still your friend.” There was a softness in her tone which flattered and touched Gilbert Sinclair. It contrasted so sharply with the cool contempt he had of late suffered at the hands of his wife. He remembered how this woman had loved him; and he asked himself what good he had gained by his marriage with Constance Clanyarde, except the empty triumph of an alliance with a family of superior rank to his own, and the vain delight of marrying an acknowledged beauty. Before Mrs. Walsingham's brougham had moved on, he had promised to look in upon her that evening, and at 10 o clock he was seated in the familiar drawing-room, telling her his domestic wrongs, and freely confessing that his marriage had been a failure. Little by little she beguiled him into telling her these things, and played her part of adviser and consoler with exquisite tact, not once allowing him to perceive the pleasure his confession afforded her. He spoke of his child without the faintestexpression of affection, and laughed bitterly as he described his wife’s devotion to her infant. “I thought as a woman of fashion she would have given herself very little trouble about the. baby, ” he said, “but she continues to find time for maternal rapture in spite of her incessant visiting. I have told her that she is killing herself, and the doctors tell her pretty much the same; but she will nave her own way.” “She would suffer frightfully if the child were to die, ” said Mrs. Walsingham. “Suffer! Yes, I was thinking of that this afternoon when she was engaged in her baby worship. She would take my death coolly enough, I have no doubt; but I believe the loss of that child would kill her." Long after Gilbert Sinclair had left her that night Clara Walsingham sat brooding over all. that he had told her upon the subject of his domestic life. “And so he has found out what it is to have a wife who does not care for him,” she said to herself. “He has gratified his fancy for a lovely and is paying a heavy price for his conquest. And lam to leave all my hopes of revenge to James Wyatt, and am to reward his services by marrying him. No, no, Mr. Wyatt; it was all very well to promise that in the day of my despair. I see my way to something better than that now. The loss of her child would kill her, would it? And , her death would bring Gilbert back to me, I think. His loveless marriage has taught him the value of a woman’s affection.”
CHAPTER IX. THE BEGINNING OF SOBROW. Sir Cyprian did not again call at the house in Park Lane. He had heard of Constance Clanyarde s marriage during his African travels, and had come back to England resolved to avoid her as far as it was possible for him to do so. Time and absence had done little to lessen hie love, but he resigned himself to her marriage with another as an inevitable fap.t, only regretting she had married a man of whom he foad by no means an exalted opinion. James Wyatt was one of the first persons he visited on his arrival in London, and from him he heard a very unsatisfactory account of the marriage. It was this that had induced him to break through his resolution and call in Park Lane. He wanted to see for himself whether Constance was obviously unhappy. He saw little, however, to enlighten him on this point. He found the girl he had so fondly loved transformed into a perfect woman of the world; and he could draw no inference from her careless gayety of manner except that James Wyatt had said more than was justified by the circumstances of the case. t Instead of returning to Davenant for the autumn months', ~~Mr: Sinclair ahose this year to go to Germany, an
BY MISS M E BRADOON
extraordinary sacrifice of inclination, one might suppose, as his chief delight was to be found at English race meetings, and in the supervision of his stable at Newmarket. Mrs. Sinclair's doctor had recommended change of some kind as a cure for a certain lowness of tone and general derangement of the nervous system under which his patient labored. The medical man suggested Harrowgate or Buxton, or some Welsh waterdrinking place: but when Gilbert proposed Schoenestbal in the Black For-’ est, he ca ight at the idea. “Nothing would be better for Mrs. Sinclair and the baby," he said, “and you’ll be near Baden-Baden if *,'ou want gayety." “I don’t care for brass bands and a lot of people,” answered Gilbert; “I can shoot capercailzies. I shall get on well enough for a month or so. ” Constance had no objection to offer to this plan. She cared very little where her life was spent, so long as she had her child with her. A charming villa had been found half hidden among pine trees, and here Mr. Sinclair established his wife, with a mixed household of English and foreign servants. She was very glad to be so completely withdrawn from the obligations of society, and to be able to devote herself almost entirely to the little girl, who was, of course, a paragon of infantine grace and intelligence in the eyes of mother and nurse. The nurse was a young woman belonging to the village near Marshbrook, one of the pupils of the Sunday school, whom Constance had known from childhood. The nurse-maid who shared her duties in London had not been brought to Schoenestbal, but in her p’ace Mrs. | Sinclair engaged a French girl, with sharp dark eyes and a very intelligent manner. Martha Briggs, the nurse, was rather more renowned for honesty and good temper than for intellectual qualifications, and she seemed unusually slow and stolid in comparison with the vivacious French girl. This girl had- come to Baden with a Parisian family, and had been dismissed with an excellent character upon the family’s departure fcr Vienna with a reduced staff. Her name was Melanie Duport, and she contrived very rapidly to ingratiate herself with her mistress, as she had done with the good priest of the little church she had attended during her residence at Baden, who - was delighted with her artless fervor and unvarying piety. Poor Martha Briggs was rather inclined to be jealous ot this: new rival in her mistress’ favor, and derived considerable comfort from the fact that the baby did not take to Melanie.
If the baby preferred her English nurse to Melanie, the little French girl, for her part, seemed passionately devoted to the baby. She was always eager to carry the child when the two nurses were out together, and resented Martha’s determination to deprive her of this pleasure. One day when the two were disputing together upon this subject, Martha bawling at the French girl under the peculiar idea that she would make herself understood if she only talked loud enough, Melanie repeating her few words of broken English with many emphatic shrugs and frowns and nods, a lady stopped to listen to them and admire the baby. She spoke in French to Melanie, and did not address Martha at all, much to the young person’s imdignation. She asked Melanie t j whom the child belonged, and how long she had been with it, and whether she was accustomed to nursing children, adding, with a smile, that she looked rather too lady-like for a nurse-maid. Melanie was quite subdued by this compliment. She told the lady that this was the first time she had been nurse-maid. She had been lady’s-maid in her last situation, and had preferred the place very much to her present position. She told this strange lady nothing about that rapturous affection for the baby which she was in the habit of expressing in Mrs. Sinclair’s presence. She only told her how uncomfortable she had been made by the English nurse’s jealousy. “I am staying at the Hotel du Roi,” said the lady, after talking to Melanie for some little time, “and should like to see you if you can find time to call upon me some evening. I might be able to be of some use to you in finding a new situation when your present mistress leaves the neighborhood." Melanie courtesied. and replied that she would make a point of waiting upon the lady, and the two nurses moved on with their little charge. Martha asked Melanie what the foreign lady had been saying, and the French girl replied carelessly that she had only been praising the baby. "And well she may," answered Miss Briggs, rather snappishly, “for she s the sweetest child that ever lived: but, for my own part, I don't like foreigners, or any of their nasty, deceitful ways." This rather invidious remark was lost upon Mlle. Duport. who only understood a few words of and who cared very little for her fellowservant’s opinion upon any subject. In spite of Gilbert Sinclair s protestation of indifference to the attractions of brass bands and crowded assemblies, he contrived to spend the greater part of his time at Baden, where the Goddess of Chance was still worshiped in the brilliant Kursaal, while his wife was left to drink her fill of forest beauty and that distant glory of inaccessible hills which the sun dyed rosy red in the quiet even tide. In tranquil days, while her husband was waiting the turn of Fortune’s wheel in the golden salon, or yawning over “Galigriani" in the read-ing-room, Constance’s life came far nearer happiness than she had ever dared to hope it would come, after her perjury at God’s adtar two years ago. Many a time, while she was leading here butterfly life in the flower-garden of fashion, making dissipation stand for pleasure, she had told herself, in some gloomy hour of reaction, that no good ever could come of her marriage; that there was a curse upon it, a righteous God s anathema against falsehood. And then her baby had come, and she had sh'ed her first happy tears over the sweet small face, the blue eyes looking up at her full of vague wonder, and she had thanked Heaven,.dor this new bliss, and believed her sin forgiven. After that time Gilbert had changed for the worse, and there had been many a polite passage at arms between husband and wife, and these encounters. however courteously performed, are apt to leave ugly soars. But now, far away from all her frivolous acquaintance, free from the allengrossing duties of a fine lady’s existence, she put all evil thoughts out of her mind, Gilbert among them, and abandoned herself wholly to the delight of the pine forest and baby. She was very gracious to Gilbert when he chose to spend an hour or two at home or to drive with her in the pretty little pony carriage in which she made njost of her explorations; but she made
qo complaint, she expressed no curiosity as to the manner in which h» amused himself or the company he kept at Baden-Baden, and though that center of gayety was only four miles off. she n«ver expressed a wish to shaie in its amusements. Gilbert was not an agreeable companion at this time. That deen and suppressed resentment against his wife, like rancorous lago's jealousy, did “gnaw him inward," and although his old nassionate love still remained, it was curiously interwoven with hatred. Once when husband and wife were seated opposite each other, in the September twilight after one of their rare tete-a-tete dinners, Constance looked up suddenly and caught Gilbert's brooding eye? fixed on her face with an expression which made her shiver. “If you look at me like that, Gilbert," she said, with a nervous laugh, “Ishall be afraid to drink this glass of Marcobrunner you've just poured out for me. There might be poison in it. I hope I’ve done nothing to deierve such an angry look. Othello must have looked something like that, I should think, when he asked Desdemona for the strawberry-spotted handkerchief." “Why did you marry me, Constance?” asked' Sinclair, ignoring his wife's speech. There was something almost piteous in question, wrung from a man who loved honestly, according to his lights, and whose love was turned to rancor by the knowledge that it had won no return.
“What a question after two years o f married life! Why did I marry you? Because you wished me to marry you; and because I believed you would make me a good husband, Gilbert; and because I had firmly resolved to make you a good wife." She said this earnestly, looking at him through unshed tears. Since her own life had become so much happier, since her baby caresses had awakened all the dormant tenderness in her nature, she had felt more anxious to be on good terms with her husband. She would have taken much trouble, made some sacrifice of her womanly pride, to win him back to that amiable state of mind she remembered in their honeymoon. “I've oromi-ed to meet Wyatt at the Kursaal this evening,” said Sinclair, looking at his watch as he rose from the table, and without the slightest notice of his wife's reply. “Is Mr. Wyatt at Baden?" “Yes; he has come over for a little amusement at the table—deuced lucky dog—always contrives to leave off a winner. One of these coobheaded fellows who know the turn of the tide. You’ve no objection to his being there, I suppose?” “I wish you and he were not such fast friends, Gilbert. Mr. Wyatt is no favorite of mine.” |to bk continued. ;
STENOGRAPHER’S BILLS.
They Are Hard to Collect—How to Get a Remedy. These are bitter days for stenographers. There is just as much work now as ever before, but collections are slow and uncertain. One of them toldjne the other day that he had been doing $1,200 worth of work for every S4OO he had received during the last year. A movement is now on foot to raise a fund to send a competent lawyer before the Supreme Court and argue against the celebrated Bonynge decision. This is the man who sent in a bill of SI2,uOJ to Tweed's lawyers for his work on the Tweed case, together with the transcripts of testimony ordered. The lawyers refused to pay it on the ground that they were simply acting as the agents of their clients, and were not personally responible for the bill. The general term sustained this decision, when Bonynge brought suit, and the case was lost every time it'was appealed. Now stenographers are compelled to wait until their lawyers collect their fees from clients, and if there are no collections the stenographer’s bill is held over. The only remedy is to get a written contract from the lawyer himself to be personally responsible for the bill; but few court stenographers care to risk loss of friends and patronage by insisting on this precaution. Of course, great Jaw firms in this city and elsewhere pay their stenographers promptly as they would pay any other employe, and do not ask them to share their risks in business. But the great majority of small firms and individuals in bad times take advantage of the law and stenographers have to suffer.—New York Press.
Lost His Head, Too.
When the brave Admiral Benbow was a common sailor his messmate, who was stationed with him at the same gun, lost his leg by a cannon shot. The poor fellow instantly called out to his friend Benbow, who immediately took him upon his shoulder, and began with great care to descend with him to the cockpit; but it happened that ju e t as the poor fellow's head came upon a level with the deck, another ball carried that off also. Benbow, however, knew nothing of the matter, but carried the body down to the surgeon, and. when he came to the bottom of the ladder, called out that he had brought him a patient, desiring somebne to bear a hand and h3lp him easily down. The surgeon turned about and exclaimed: “Why, what do you do here' with a man who has lost his head?” “Loot his head!” said Benbow. “The lying scoundrel, he told me it was his les: but I never believed what he said in my life without being sorry for it afterward. ”
Internal Revenue Figures.
During the last fiscal year the government revenue from spirits was $94,720,261, an increase over 1892 of $3,410,277. Tobacco paid in internal revenue taxes $31,880,712. an increase over the preceding year of $889,219. , During the past year tax was paid on 34,555,317 barrels of beer, an increase over 1'92 of 2,736,481 barrels. Snuff takers got away with 11,912,894 pounds last year, a gain over 1892 of 748,543 pounds. The chewers and users of smoking tobacco burnt up last year 252,399,749 pounds of tobacco. The consumption of cigars, cheroots and cigarettes last year reached a grand total of 7,9u0,895,817. This means about one smoke par day for each smoker. The consumption of fermented liquor continues to increase. Last year the tax thereon yielded a gain over 1892 of $2,511,530.
Our Scandinavian Contingent.
No country contributes so many immigrants to the United States in proportion to population as Norway. It is chiefly the rural Norse that come to America, aud the immigrants are for the most part under ;-;0 years of age. The Norse are good farmers and thrifty citizens. They, as well as their neighbors, the Sweaes, have a strong desire to make homes for themselves and to have land and the conveniences of life. They frequently return to visit their native country, but they become permanent citizens of the United States, Most of those who come are of marked peasant type.
OUR BOYS AND GIRLS.
THIS IS THEIR DEPARTMENT OF THE PAPER. Quaint Sayings and Cute Dolnjs of the Little Folks Everywhere, Gathered and Printed Here for AU Other Little Ones to Reed. A'Bo/’i Ode to the Goat,
I’m a goat, Facetiously and derisively Called William. And Billy for short.
1 walk with stately tread, Like one to purple bred, City and town. And on the old.back lot. Among the sans-oulotte, I lay me down.
At break of day I’m up. and wander away Up and down the deck, Among old tin cans JVnd naturalized codfish, ?Or take the alley in Where there's more tin And runaway rubber shoes. And feed on boot-tops, heels and Scraps of barbed - wire fence.
I nibble cinders And sample corduroy And macadamized pavements .And tiling and gaspipes I While I wait. Talk abont your ostrich— He ain't In it with me. He’s a oanary bird Along with me.
When the ostrich fills His stomach, he hides His head in the sand Or the nighest place at hand. He's ashamed to look Around to see Where he's at, But with me; I’m a goat All over.
I can live on sand In any land, Or rope, or currycombs, Or rakes, or spikes, Or tenpenny nails, Or old tin palls That have had their day As growlers, Or galluses, or screws Red with rust And garnished with Old paint brushes.
And I can amble away, Any time of the day, And lay me down In the shade, I And enjoy a siesta Like one of the too - Never have to chew Gum for my digestion.
With a goat There's no after-claps From late suppers. No nightmare Monkeys with a goat. And there's no statistics As to sick goats.
The goat’s the only thing That renews its youth Ad valorem. After it quits foraging in the alleys, And loses its appetite And gets sere and sore-eyed.
Thinking of the good times'! It has had. It grows sad, But not for long. The tanner min is a fairy To the goat And takes Its hide.
And that’s when the goat Gets right In the swim— And he takes a front seat At the banquet. Or at the opera. Or In the dreamy waltz, As a six-button kid.
I'm a goat. An ambling goat ’Round town. Always up or down.
I walk With stately tread, Like a “bute" trimmed In red, City and town. And on the old back lot Among the saus-culotte I lay me down. William Metbimett.
TOO NOBLE TO ACT IT.
Salvlnl Thought Booth Too Good at Heart to Play M m bath. The celebrated actor Edwin Booth was at this timtf in Baltimore, a city distant one hour from the capital. I had heard so much about this superior artist that 1 was anxious to see. him, and on my oft nights I went to Baltimore with my impresario’s agent. A box had been reserved for me without my knowledge, and was draped with the Italian colors. I regretted to be made so conspicuous, but I could not fall to appreciate the courteous and complimentary desire to do me honor shown by the American artist, writes Salvini in the Century. It was only natural that I should be most kindly influenced toward him, but without the courtesy which predisposed me in his favor he'would equally have won my sympathy by his attractive and artistic lineaments, and his graceful and well-pro-portioned figure. The play -was “Hamlet” This part brought him great fame, and justly; for in addition to the artistic worth with which he has adorned it, his elegant personality was admirably adapted to it. His long and wavy hair, his large and expressive eyes, his youthful and flexible movements, accorded perfectly with the ideal of the young Prince of Denmark which now obtains everywhere. His splendid delivery, and the penetrating philosophy with which he Informed his were hisTnost remarkable qualities. I was so fortunate as to see him
•Iso 13 Richelieu and lago, and tn all three (4 these parts, so diverse in their character, I found him absolutely admirable. I cannot say so much for his Macbeth, which I saw one night when passing through Phil: adelpbia. The part seemed to me not adapted to his nature. Macbeth was an ambitious man, and Booth was not. Macbeth had barbarous and ferocious Instincts, and Booth' was agreeable, urbane and courteous. Macbeth destroyed his enemies traitorously—did this even to gain possession of their goods—while Booth was noble, lofty-minded, and generous of his wealth. Jt is thus plain that however much art he might expend, his nature rebelled against his portrayal of that personage, and he could never hope to transform himself into the ambitious, venal and sanguinary {Scottish king.
It Doe* Away with* the Trouble Ciually Encountered in Opening Papera, The patent postal wrapper shown below is designed to do away with the trouble usually experienced in opening a tightly rolled parcel. It is an English idea, and is described as follows: Running from end to end of the wrapper are two series of perforations, half an inch or so apartj and inclining toward each other, in the manner shown in our illustration, while at the left-hand side the outer two perforations come right up to the edge, and provide a small tab or
slip that can easily he grasped between the thumb and Unger, ,To open the wrapper, it is held in the manner shown and the tab firmly pulled, when at once a thin slip Is torn out of the wrapper throughout its length, the Strip being strictly limited to the width of the perforations, and thus preventing any damage either to the papers within or to any advertisements that may, as is sometimes the case, be printed inside the wrapper.
A New Fad Which Hti Taken Po**e*«l*n of Engllehwomen.
There is a new fad among the fair debutantes on the other side of the water. Its growth can be traced directly to the ever-growing interest that modern women are taking in well-bred dogs, coupled with the oldfashioned liking for being photographed, which dates back a long way, as everybody knows. Tne mania which has taken possession of the English girls is that of being photographed with their favorite set-
ters or colliet in the sahre.posltion as that affected by “dearest friends" when they sit for Joint portraits—heads together. The ypung woman in the cut is Lady Hilda Keith Falconer, who has recently enjoyed the honor of being presented to her majesty Queen Victoria along with dozens of her compatriots. It will not be long doubtless be foie American girls fall in line.
Some of the common ideas concerning asbestos appear to have resulted in • mistakes of a serious practical nature. Thus, the usual conception that it is in nowise affected by heat is true only to the extent that, though infusible except at very high temperature, it is a fact that only a very moderate degree of heat—heating to low redness in a platinum crucible, for instance —is required to entirely destroy the flexibility of the fiber and render it so brittle that it may easily be crumbled between the thumb and finger. Another mistake is that relating to its high non-conductivlty or power of resisting the action of the heat—the assumption' being that because asbestos is infusible it must, of necessity, be a good non-conductor. The contrary assertion to this is made and proved on good authority, namely, that by placing a vessel of water on a sheet of asbewto& 'cardboard and applying heat from below, or more simple proof still, by placing a piece of wood on a sheet;of asbestos millboard on a hot stbvd.' 'If vhowever, asbestos is teased oui’ Wd worked, intoa.fluffy mass, therei&tbus obtained a non-cbndnctlng material, but it is the air inclosed by'the fibers that is the real non-conductor, the asbestos serving simply to entangle the air. ' *
Bishop Polk, afterward General Polk, was one of those men who wear the seal of authority,, upon their brows. On one of his episcopal visitations be stopped for the night at a country inn, when his host at once addressed him as “General.” “No, my friend,” said Polk, “ybu are mistaken; I am not a soldier.” “Judge, then,” hazarded the innkeeper. 1 “That is not the title gived’ < 'me by those Who know me,” replied Polk, beginning to be amused. “Bishop, then!” “Right,” said Polk, laughing. “Well, 1 knew you were at the head of your profession, whatever it was,”,said the Innkeeper. The small boy may occasionally fair in other things, but you can depend upon it that there is one .thing he win always dtp—get to a show in time —Siftings.
PATENT POSTAL WRAPPERS.
PATENT POSTAL WRAPPERS.
PHOTOGRAPHED WITH DOGS.
LADY HILDA KEITH FALCONER.
Properties of Asbestos.
At the Head.
HUSTLING HOOSIERS.
ITEMS GATHERED FROM OVER THE STATEAn Interesting Summary of the More Im, portant Doinff* of Our Neighbor*—Wedding* and Death*—Crimea, Caaualtle*, and General Indiana New* Notea. Minor State Item*. Sullivan will soon boast of a cigar manufactory. Manufacturing business at Muncie is improving. Mishawaka is to have a new paper mill and depot. Columbus girls parade the streets at night smoking cigarettes. * The Maring-Hart & Co. window glass factory at Muncie hati resumed. Willis McCOLLYof Rensselaer,who accidentally shot himself, is dead. . South bend’s school enumeration shows 8,123, a decrease of 213 over last year. > Farmers near Campbellsburg will put out 123,0ut) strawberry plants this spring. Frank A. Clements, farmer near Crawfordsville, was killed by the kick of a horse.
Measles is spreading at the State normal school. Terre Haute, and there are now forty cases Edinburgh lias nine practicing physicians, but the undertakers in that town are getting poor. James Ward , a young Terre Haute tailor, had seven fingers torn off while playing with a dynamite cartridge that some of his friends gave hifti. William Green was mangled about the head and face at his home, north oi Evansville, by being thrown under a sprlhg-tooth harrow by a team ol frightened horses. Allen DeHart, old and well-known farmer near Lafayette, suicided, by shooting himself through the head. Despondent because a cancer on his face could not be eared. BiShop JoyC® has announced that the annual session of the Northwest In* diaria.Conference of the M. E. Church will convene at Lafayette Sept. 5. Bishop MallalU'U will preside. Dan WILSON, farmer near Portland was called from his his house the other night, by two men, who beat him to death with un ax and club.. The cause is unknown. The assussius escaped. Mr. and Mrs. John Smith’s 16* months-old laiby fell from the second* story-window of the family residence, at Lafayoctb, striking its head on a rain barrel, fracturing the skull and causing death two hours later. While returning from Loogootee, and while driving through a farm gate entering his premises, Thomas Murphy, a prominent farmer of Davies County, was thrown from his buggy. His neck was broken by the fall. Life was extinct when the body was found a few minutes after the accident occurred. Deceased was about 70 years old. At the home of Mrs. Frank Shoots, near Brownstown, Miss Nora Jarvis, aged 20, took a largo dose of carbolic acid. She is u sister of Thornton Jarvis, who is now confined to the county jail, awaiting trial on the charge of the murder of Peter Boling at that place a few months ago. Since .her brother’s arrest she has»grleved much and it is thought that it worked on her mind to such an extent that.it became unbalanced. She is not expected to recover.**.-*,- ■ ■ '
Randolph County was visited by one of the hardest storms the other night that has been seen for several years. Farmers report a great amount of fruit trees blown down, some being pulled out by the roots. Several buildings were completely demolished. During the storm hall as largo as marbles fell. Several parties from Farmland attending the theater at Winchester were caught in the storm and their carriage blown from a bridge, but al! escaped with slight bruises. The first oil found in Delaware County hasdeveloped in Liberty Township, seven miles oast of Muncie, near Selma. The other day ex-County Auditor William Murray was in Muncie with a bottle filled with the petroleum which came from a gas well near his home. The oil is of a very good grade, and except In color, resembles coal oil. The well from which it flowed was drilled for natural gas, and a big flow was struck. Since last February it has been dripping small quantities of oil, daily increasing In quantity, until it now I'ows about thirty barrels maday. The find has caused considerable excitement among the few who know it. There is no question in the minds of those on the inside but that a big oil field underlies the bed of gas, and a test well will be put down io the bottom. The well is 10. ated on the southeastern edge of the Indiana gas field.
Patents have been awarded to residents of Indiana as follows: George A. Gemmer, Williamsport, hay rake; Mlea.ah C. Henley, Richmond, boiler tube cleaner; Frank E. Herdman, Indianapolis, electric motor; Frank E. Herdman. Indianapolis, electric elevator; Frank E. Herdman, Indianapolis, elevator; Frank E. Herdman, Indianapolis, regulator for electric motors; Frank E. Herdman, Indianapolis, controlling device for electric motors; Frank E. Herdman, Indianapolis, controlling device for electric motors; Frank E. Herdman, Indianapolis, controlling device for electric motors; Frank E. Herdman, Indianapolis, electric motor controlling apparatus: Fiiank E. Herdman, Winnetka. 111., elevatorcontrolling device; Luke Housee, Montpellier, rousting and calcining kilt};TGeorge lugle, Evansville, Ind., portable elevating and bag machine: Harvey A. Moore, assignor of one-half to S. D. Pray, Indianapolis, burglar alarm; Joseph Sego and C. Faucher, Valparaiso, bridge gate; Albert E. Whitney, Muncie, burial apparatus.
JOHN SLATE and Frank Stoner were crushed io death and William Spinn fatally injured while making' repairs at the bottom of an elevator shaft of the Hotel Hays, at Warsaw: The elevator cage broke loose and fell on them? Robert Gibson,a resident of Columbus for the . lust twenty years, was stricken blind and speechless in his his home recently. He had just' returned from the house of a neighbor, when he called to,his wife to come to him. As she approached his eyesight failea and he became speechloss. He is still alive, but in a sad condition. It is said that a Richmond girl wore enough garters to decorate a barber’s pole,^the.other night, when she’got married. It was the result of a fad among Richmond girls to make a bridal garter to be returned to the giver after the wedding. The owner, by wearing it, expects an offer of marriage within a year, Jacob Tickle, {*■ well-known and wealthy farmer residing four miles south of Decatur, was found hanging to a tree near his barn. He retired with his family at night in his usual good health. He got up about midnight, procured a ropeJrom. the babn and hanged himself. Ntrcause is assigned for his rash act.
HOW TO HAVE A HOME
SUGGESTIONS FOR THOSE INTENDING TO BUILD. A Design Having a Variety of Outline h* the Exterior, Which Gives a Pieturesqna and Pleasing Appearance to the WholeCost. The rear extension of the house shown here was a previous residence containing but two rooms, and was put in the present position to answer the purpose of kitchen and pantriee I—the roof, etc., being entirely new to correspond with the new house. The rooms on the first floor have all open fireplaces, each being provided with a neat ash mantel. The library is an excellent room, with good front and side views, and the veranda is reached in an aasy manner via windows from this room, making it a pleasant retreat In hot iweather. There is a variety of outline in the exterior of this house, which cannot fall to give a picturesque and pleasing appearance to the whole. The chamber above library projects
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slightly beyond the face of the octagon bay, and the peculiar manner In which the sides.are supported is odd, but gives the appearance of stability and firmness, the construction being perfectly sound. / 'Pho upper sashes are filled with . stained glass, all round the sash being very small lights of different (colored glass, and the center light has the figure of a flower in white on blue ground. This manner of treating windows must be seen to Ire appreciated; and no blinds are used except on the lower sash, and when the hllnds are dosed, it gives a mellow tone to the light of the Interior. The back hall is reached by side porch, and the bath-room is placed so that anyone coming into the house can step Into bath-room, and prepane their toilet before entering the mala house; the second story rooms are full height, and there Is a well-light-ed attic above. A laundry Is provided in the cellar; also provision Is made for the storage of fuel, etc. Co<t, $2,500. , There are no blinds on this house
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and we should like to know of what use they are. To our mind, they are neither useful nor ornamental. They are forever rattling on the outside, and always In the way of curtains oa the inside, and where we have mullion windows, “they must be kept closed or they are in the way; and if we use outside blinds, thev are forever in the way of adding a bit of detail here, and a hood or a balcony there, which would add greatly to the effect of the whole. The only blinds that are fit for use are rolling Venetian blinds; they slide up and down and are out of the way, and will cover the whole or a part of the window, as required; but these are a little more expensive, you say, than ordinary inside blinds, but we can find a substitute which is equally as good —we can make a shade of heavy cloth, to roll up by pulling a cord—or, better still, slide
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it with rings on a bar. These shade® should fit the window and hang flat and straight, -or nearly so. The material may be cheap and coarse, and offers an excellent opportunity for embroidery, where it would, show to good advantage. Rich'browqs are the mo§t < available colors,' which might be either coarse, jut? cloth pr burlaps. Then therqis .qn variety of materials which may be used, according to taste and depth of pocket Blinds can be better left off and replaced by something will be far more pleasing to the eye And serve the same purpose. Copyright by IjplUser, PaUiaer <ft Co,, N. Y. Miss Willing (meaningly)—“Do you know they are talking of putting a tax on old bachelors'?” Mr. Bonder (more meaningly)—“They would raise more revenue if they’d tax all the old married men who wish .they were single.”—/Tid-Bits. Laborers would rather spend their money, ’ even foolishly, thafi hfive pome bank cashier do it for them.